Depict on freedom act

i am the one sitting in chair behind all

Casually one day I come across this decade old news paper which I saved sometimes back, that have my picture taken from my school’s Independence Day program. It was the only cultural program so far I have participated that could be particularly on India’s 50th Independence Day celebration at my school. Normally being shy to appear before crowd, I always lack raising hand when a circular comes in registering name for those like to participate in annual and Independence Day celebration. One time teacher added my name and knowing am not interested, but getting permission from mom made me take part in Villu paatu. I feared how come talking and singing before many for first time and thought to be withdrawing, but our teacher and principal encourage me to partake as it would be nice making all students involvement. So i was asked to come in traditional wearing of dhoti and white shirt, and girls in silk skirt and shirt. Our team was lead by friend kavitha; me and mate senthi with some junior class students’ as chorus, our story rolled with question and answers about freedom leaders and their struggle as a song.

Reached sometime by 6 in morning, unusual being so earlier get prepared myself with dialogues and wearing dad’s dhoti, tension climbs as time nearing. Adding, mom left home leaving me at campus and sent aunt to look-over the program and bringing me home. It was something like wording ‘thanthanathom endru solliyea villinil paada, amma villinil paada…’ at every end of the piece of information on freedom. They have given the chorus a two piece of metal known as ‘chingchak’ and giving away the bow tied with bells beaten with a stick to kavitha. Truly what we have singed then is out of remember now, only the scenes remain. I was carried in a chair to the ground by my friends and teachers courage to do better. Eyes searched for family face, none found in what in between me missing some lines that unnoticed in the long run story. In conclude it was proud to get applauds what gives a feel out of cage and what carried on in walk is pride.

It happens to be one special moment in my life. As said by some the patriot and national pride least when one is out of their school. But for me is more been out of school, the meaning of being a nation proud and what I am doing is nothing for my nation. Having freedoms to think, to look in my wishes but not really working in desires and in mass uselessly pass by. What is freedom? Who could work on his interest, to live on what is given, fearless to be true, is what the freedom I realize for myself. Is the pain and struggle only the fighters sense, but audience, they watch and feel happy when there fighter wins, express sorrow and disappoint when they lose. The fighters I like to mention her are my parent, if not them where is my freedom, first parents then the patriot.

The independence is history, taught by our teachers and leaders; today we think of it on these days alone. What today done is tomorrow’s history; even a blast could be counted for decades celebrating as a day. We are fighting with terror and anti-society today, restrictions for manyand the one is celebrating our own independence which is called. What’s the reason I think about freedom, it’s misused by some affecting many. An earthquake triggers vibrate, alike somewhereexplosion cause hesitate being freedom, is what getting strengthen terrorism. Unity among people will break the strength and rumors, and what I feel being us apart is comparison which brings a brake or gap leaking our collected drops of water. Being unity is safe and strength. Happy Independence :)

Belated B’day post

It was another day in my life, my b’day on the last day of last month. Nothing special to write, but as per thinking recent past it went simply just like that, to be wished my beloved ones. I feel more than wealth, is the warmth what comes from heart as words and caresses pleasures more. The morn waked down through dad’s embrace and kiss continued by mom, and with uncle, aunt and cousins wish completed my 23years. My sis brought me this present to let me guess, with no idea her mind thinking sweet, giving me this little angel doll. Uncle’s kid with box of celebration chocolate completes the day with his smile. Something I really feel worth, for not what they give me, to be sharing the moment there.

Those days it’s been a habit of sharing chocolates with neighbors and friends, after life changes it have been stopped, but this time mom gave sweets to the children of our neighbors. Someone will remain my existence on this day. Thanks so much dear friends for remembering my B’day and wished me through e-mails and scrapping orkut, the days am away from here.

Gold from Bird’s Nest

Its Glories moment of morning for India to won its first ever individual gold medal at Olympics, by World Champion Abhinav Bindra winning at 10m air rifle shooting event. Now India shines with gold in the globe, creating history by its own country. It’s a very great horror as citizen of India to Congrats him and let it be a beginning for India to won more medals.

It’s the bird’s nest I have ever watched the entire opening ceremony of the Olympics. There is no less in the expectation the progress given by Chinese for us the excitement. As the count down beings with their traditional drum beats the whole attention went on how the sparkle going to spring for the eyes of world. The Chinese showcased their rich art and talent in there colorful programs that in amusing way. It’s their real show that could not imagine those are not graphic animations. Whatever the technology grows, something creative by mind and performed by people always remain special, I see this in that way. I was put in adore at each performance and wonder at the magic like on television, without magicians, mean more than their face, hides behind stand in unity for there pride to make perfect.

The dancer above the sheet carried by seemed like a pretty young chick inside the nest trying to swing it wings, and the light coated dancers and the moving animation like performed in figures was excellent. It was unexpected when our Indian team will enter nest, and it’s atypical to entire order from any other to arrangement of Chinese scripting. Winning or losing is not the matter, but being the second much populated country in world, it’s miserable to see only few Indian sports men/women partake in the event and parade, comparing to small countries with many sportsmen. We aren’t possess at any, the point is why can’t we pull more soldiers into this healthy war where world unites to show their physical talent and strength to capture medals and pride.

It was something surprise at ending of the opening ceremony is to praise the torch. The secret behind the highlight of the show, after the complete round eyes opened wide to spot of lighting torch. The ingenuity led by them raises here at top of the bird’s nest. Happy Olympics, let sent peace everywhere and positive spirit across.

Life turns normal

Everything seems indifferent, the people, life, things, surrounding, relations, neighbors… but still minds different. Mind wakes in feeling special everyday being together, life with more pleasure, but what thought is ‘sky is blue and those are passing clouds may not cool always’. What makes me shine higher and secure put in slide when life returns normal.

Back from uncle’s place and my native home, getting over all the rituals of great grandmother. Never before it was being very closer with my cousins and our family the days staying with them, off from system and television there is more to chatter and recall memories, and the experience brings more patient and comforts to mind made me lack courage leaving those away. We talked for day and nights, played till bored what gets me out of sorrow. Everyday sights a difference scene from my balcony, the lazy afternoons breezes across moves with chatting and reading books, looking for cousins arriving from schools, and the neighbors visit are some near moments missed for few years. Some difficult moments are when people shook about grandma’s sudden depart come in expressing there memories and her state of presence in mind, even the silence moments relates grandmother’s lose and really it not console her lose. There are few sleepless nights, tears buried inside with some smiles that granny was rested peacefully without more pain and suffer.

She was wished to meet many people when she was alive, but even letting known her desire people refuse allowing there timing to visit her and I suppose to think here what life is then if one can’t turns when they are alive and whatever one do is useless when they passed. To tell simple excuses just like that people, but to be honestly the expression was in anger and hurts more that people not care later they grown and turn back who gives important. I wonder how much people well know by granny, its simple great learning her excess aid in past when people recall it. At same time i feel disturb when there are people too to forgive and forget her care and affection she truly got never turns knowing her last message, and more being away from her last moment when she was lifeless.

I just keep in mind always I never forget the path I came across and people I meet in my life. What the next moment is unknown, the much known are before and near, but moving further like a stranger knowing never before hurts more. I feel it’s useless when talking about the past and not sharing with them the moment they are alive and never express what they are doing is greater and showing affection when they can sense.

Being together with all I wasn’t felt lost of my grandmother; only to return home the loneliness and craving derives. Till last moment I want to extend my stay with cousins as much I become closer with them and at same time I need to comfort my parent handling myself. It is the rite of them tied these days, and thank to what I disbelief helps to understand what is in their mind and I never see my cousin bro request me like that to stay with them together. I was in absent of words to express my stage and I don’t know how to begin which is something I stumble in my life ever. Entering home I was like empty hands, nothing connects to mind and refuse to concentrate at anything with feel of loneliness around. Hope I visit all your blogs soon… and thank you so much for those consoling comments dears.

Great grandmother missed

Hum… I lost my great grandmother last Saturday. She was 87-year-old and its unexpected that she left us and still unbelievable she is no more. She is a very special and elder person in our family and more like a moral support and guides through our mistakes. For everyone in our family she was united with our lives, the very special and care taking mother. She is my dad’s mother, my mom’s grandmother as she related with both my parent she was very special and secure for us. To tell she spend more times with me in home and share my loneliness most when others on there work. 87 years of life thinking today is uneasy, and she was the one would be in physical active till her last 10 minutes of life. It was that 10 minutes gap takes away all, the sudden shock wave to all.

Granny’s health was suffered for the last few months, being a diabetic patient herself had a very week heart that we never know it going to stop that day. Mom called dad from hospital that grandma is struggling to breathe, so they taken to ICU, but before dad arrive, grandma lost her breath. The last rituals went on Sunday, as per rite dad have to stay for some 16 days in our native home in adyar, where my uncle lives and granny was rested there before blazing. So we have to stay with him for some days, and it was grandma’s wish that we all should live together in same home when she was alive, but unfortunately it haven’t happen for last 2years. Though it was uncomforted for me, if not lifelong, dad decides that at least for these 16 days we have to stay with my uncle family and it will be console for each other.

Every moment we come across, her memories and sorrow, comes along the feeling of missing grandmother. It was more suffer comes thinking those moments, the only memories lives with us. Same time pleasure sharing with cousins and staying in the place life passed for 20 year to me, sitting on my favorite balcony thinking of grandma, the old memories of being residing there, and the surrounding differences and people comes closer. Want to share more, but time is little, I just came home to check mail and to post a blog on my absence here. Take care all, will be back soon. hugss.